The other day I was about to clock out from work when I get a text from my Mom.
She needed something from me and she and my Niece; who was the first person I ever opened up to about me being Trans; were at the store where I work shopping for some groceries.
My Niece found me while I was working and got what they needed from me and shortlyafter that I finished cleaning up and went on my last break at t end of my shift.
I had a few things I needed to pick up and got in line with them so they could take what I needed in the car wit the when we all left.
Anyway; while we were in line, I was talking with my Niece, when I heard my Mom call me Emma! Because she needed to hand me something.
She didn't say it loud, but she said it. I'm glad she didn't say it loud because I'm not out at work yet and there was far to much activity for any of my coworkers to have heard her. Heck, I barely heard her and I was standing right next to her.
I reacted in the most normal way ever to her at the time, that I look back and it feels almost like a dream.
After we got home, I thanked her and gave her a hug for calling me Emma for the very first time.